platinum-clad ladies vogue at the discotheque–leaving all the boys pining–hard-wired horned and wet…we rock the dance floor pounding hard with no regrets…we throw elbows and claim our space turning tricks and turning heads…femmed-out men in full length skirts–queering power branding fame…making it seductive and making it work–ensuring that every street corner is branded with our names…

the toxic edifice of patriarchy commodifies female sexuality–debilitating independence and reinforcing the power of bourgeois normality…its time for our human tribe to overcome false dualities–let our trans sisters and brothers shape a nascent new reality…let the blast femme spirit inspire our resistance–let riot porn instincts disrupt the cogs of the system…its time for new pop anthems and its time for new cognition–our subterranean armies fight for justice and for systemic demolition…

its time for a new rebellion–time for the zeitgeist of praxis…its time to organize a subterranean army to demolish the proto-fascists…we become our own rulers, our own prophets, our own masters–we must connect with the power of mother earth if we want global justice to be everlasting…femininity is seductive, translucent, and raw–let inspired women lead us toward cosmic truth’s new dawn…we will shape the contours of a new religion molded by all of our scars–feminist batallions will rule the streets defying all regressive laws…

give support to your mother-your partner-or your friend–only through solidarity will this neoliberal hell ever end…its through the prism of the present that divine messages are sent–its through imagining a radical prefiguration of our future that we amplify the power of revolutionary dissent…blast femme is the clarion call of an emergent feminist pride–trans and queer stand arm-in-arm fighting for an end to this toxic blight…inspiration is everywhere if you only open your third eye–pay attention to the stars and the moon late at night…karmic rebels come together armed with arsenals of creative expression–we will fight to the death for the end of this system…sex positive synergies percolate and shift directions–we fuck and grind-stomp and twirl to the rhythms of our hard house anthems


First Image by Day Moor>> on instagram @blastfemme


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